HOME
BOOKSHOP
LINKS
MY BIO
MY PUB CREDITS
"The List"
Listen
Still In Love
Poetry Tells Us
Evening Sounds
Four Haiku
Rondure
Men and Women are the Same
Early Morning Beach
Intermission at the Opera
Morning Sun
Street Scene
Spring on the Beach
The Moth (Eng. & Chinese)
The Red Sunset
Poems by Alexandra Allard

 

 

 

 

Still in Love

We paint those reliable tones
earth and sky, dark and light,
shadows placed where they belong.
The future song is spring and fall and all
expected seasons in their place.

Brown grass confirms the need
for rain and sun to take it back
and warm the fallow fields;
another season, a gentle reason
understood in our compliant hearts.

We are heroes and our song
echoes in the infinite night sky,
because we wish it so, because
we wish it so and surrender
like a burnished leaf
fluttering in the wind as it moves
from branch to root.

We are larger than the full night sky,
more subtle than the earth-brushed tones.
Rain moistens our dry tongue
and shadows are smaller
because the sun is always high.

Mark Clement 01/13/99